His cock was thick and long, and she felt full to bursting. The sensation of him within her, as she began to move on him, rising and falling as if she were indeed “riding” him, shivered through her. She’d come twice already, and that was two more times than she had for the last few years. Why had she thought herself asexual? Moving, feeling the deeply satisfying slide of his cock in her cunt, Colleen wondered if her inner woman had been waiting, all of those years, for these two men to appear.
Dangerous thinking. No one said anything about a future, about any happy ending. This was submission, and it was sex. It was fucking, pure and simple, and she’d better get with the program. She was a surgeon and made a good living, owned her own house, and was happy in her skin and in her life. Mostly.
She didn’t need a happy ending, but she did need what these two men wanted to give her. And she wanted, very much, to give them what they needed, too.
Rob caressed her breasts as she moved, and the passion in his gaze felt hypnotic. He pinched her nipples, and her pelvic floor muscles contracted in response. He smiled, and she felt her lips return the gesture. Reaching up, Rob snagged the back of her neck with one hand. He drew her down, and she opened her mouth for his kiss.
The bed dipped, and Daniel’s hand was on her back, pressing. “Lie down on him but leave your ass up.”
As soon as she complied, she felt lube-covered fingers between the cheeks of her ass. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of those fingers on her anus, rubbing back and forth, pressing in.
“You’ll have us both inside you soon,” Daniel said. He bent over her, and his hot naked cock brushed her hip. “You’ll take us both at the same time.”
Oh God. She wanted that! She wanted it with a passion that astounded her. Her arousal soared, and she whimpered as his fingers and Rob’s cock used her…used her exactly the way she needed them to.
Rob took over the motion, thrusting within her while Daniel drizzled more lube then pressed one finger into her, penetrating her anus, sinking deep. The intrusion burned, and it thrilled. It connected to her clit and her nipples, and her arousal soared, out of control.
“Yeah, that’s right. Come, baby.” Rob’s voice, deep and echoing through the cavern of his chest, turned her on in the same way Daniel’s did. His words released her, and in the next instant, when Daniel began to fuck her ass with his finger in the same cadence as Rob took her pussy, Colleen cried out as ecstasy shivered through her. The waves of her climax flooded her, and she felt her juices on Rob’s cock and on his groin. The hair nesting his cock brushed her clit, and it was as if a secondary climax exploded. Colleen sobbed as the need within her erupted, pushing her back and up, down and forward as her body took over, gobbling up every drop of pleasure that could be had from these two men. Inside her pussy, Rob’s cock grew hotter and harder.
“Yes! Yes, baby, yes, come on me.” His cry, the pulsing, the added heat, all tossed her just a little bit higher when she thought there was nothing left. And as she floated down, she shivered and quivered and wondered, almost absently, when they left her for good, how she would ever survive without her Doms.
“Easy.” Daniel slowly pulled his finger from her ass. He kissed her shoulder. “You look done in. We’re not finished with you, yet.”
Colleen lay, feeling boneless, on top of Rob. She didn’t know how she was going to tell them she didn’t just look done in. She was done in. She felt herself drifting off to sleep. A sound permeated, and she wondered if it was raining.
Colleen squeaked when she was plucked right off Rob. Both men chuckled. Not rain, but her own bathroom shower. Then she was under the spray, being held up, quite easily it seemed, by Daniel.
“Just relax. We’ll take care of you.” Rob’s gentle whisper in her ear had an amazing effect on her. Not only did she do exactly that—relax and let them take care of her—it felt good to the point of reawakening her arousal. She found her body awakening, too, and was able to stand on her own two feet.
Rob washed her hair while Daniel ensured her body, at least the front of it, received a thorough cleansing. She didn’t honestly know what turned her on more. Fingers massaging her scalp made her sigh, as did the palms spreading body wash on her breasts and abdomen. Daniel was gentle when he used his fingers between her feminine folds and when he reached around and ensured he hadn’t left any lubricant on her butt.
Rob made short work of rinsing her hair and then using conditioner. This was pampering on a level she’d never imagined.
She met Daniel’s gaze. He nodded. “We’re in intermission for the moment.” His smirk was actually sexy as hell.
“I would have thought that it would be me bathing the two of you.”
Daniel grinned. “We’ll enjoy that, from time to time. But right now, we’re taking care of you. It’s not just our responsibility to do so. It’s our pleasure, and our privilege, as well.”
I really had no idea what this was all about. She was glad she hadn’t stepped in it too badly at the Lyon’s Den or come down too hard on Mercy when she herself had truly had no idea what this lifestyle was all about. Thoughts of her sister pricked her conscience, but only for a moment. Two professionals and the entire Houston PD were looking for Mercy. Daniel had been right, earlier. There was nothing more she could do tonight to help find her sister.
Daniel cupped her face with his hands and gave her a sweet, nearly chaste kiss. “And speaking of taking care of you, we couldn’t help but notice you like a bite of pain with your sex.”
She nearly protested until she recalled the way they’d pinched and tugged her nipples, not to mention the thrusting of a finger in her ass. It had all been a bite of pain, and it had all sent her higher than she’d ever believed she could go.
“Yes, Sir, I guess I do.”
“How clever of you, pet, to understand intermission is over.”
Rob set his chin on her shoulder. “First, I’m going to thrust my cock into your ass. Then, you’re going to give Daniel a blow job.”
The words thrilled, a dark and delicious thrill that immediately puckered her nipples and made her pussy wet on the inside.
“Bend over, baby, and let me have your ass.” The pressure of Rob’s hand, and his words, got her nerve endings humming. She did as commanded and bent at the waist. Daniel used his hands on her arms, bracing her. His cock, hard and hot, and smelling of a fragrance she could only call Daniel, with a tiny drop of precum visible, was barely an inch from her mouth.
Colleen actually licked her lips. Her mouth watered, and that sure as hell had never happened to her before.
Rob found the mist setting. The constant spray of water ended, replaced by a gentle mist that seemed to fill the large cubicle with an almost steam. A drizzle of lube in the crack of her ass caused her to shiver. Then his fingers were on her back opening, caressing, pushing, activating all the nerve endings she’d never realized before tonight were right there. When he breached her sphincter, the burn, the sting, seemed to just turn everything inside her to liquid heat. He fucked her ass with his finger, in and out, and then, stretched her, rotating his finger in an ever-widening circle.
One finger was joined by a second and more lube, and the burn morphed to a real pain. A brush against her pussy with the fingers of Rob’s other hand told him what she already knew. She was so hot, so wet, she was nearly dripping.
Rob worked his fingers in and out of her ass for a few more minutes. Then he eased them out of her. The sound of a packet being torn alerted her. When she looked over her shoulder, she watched him fist his own cock, ensuring there’d be lots of lubricant on his condom-covered dick.
“Here, now.” Daniel held her more securely, bringing her closer to his body, and Colleen nuzzled his cock.
“You’ve just a tiny bit of the brat in you,” Daniel said. “I will tell you when to begin giving me head.”
“I really like that about our Colleen,” Rob said. “That tiny bit of brat.”
She had no idea what they meant by t
hat, but if they liked it, she was happy. More lube drizzled over her anus, and then Rob moved, and she felt the solid mass of his condom-and lube-covered cockhead press against her rosette.
“Use your safe word if you have to, baby.”
“I will, Sir.” She didn’t plan to have to use it. She knew he’d stop, but she didn’t want him to stop. As he pushed his cock against her, as her sphincter began to stretch and burn, and burn and open, just a little, the burn became pain, but a pain so sexy she wondered if she would come right then and there from that stimulation alone.
Rob moved so that it felt as if he bounced against her, and then she gasped as the head of his cock pushed inside her. His hands trembled as he took a moment, holding his body still, and massaged her back. Then he spread her ass cheeks wide and pushed forward in a slow, inexorable thrust. Rob must have signaled Daniel, for he combed his fingers through her hair, gripping her that way, holding her steady.
“Suck my cock now, pet.”
Colleen shook with arousal, with need, with the hunger to feel everything and do everything these two Doms commanded her to do.
She’d only ever attempted to give fellatio once before, in college and fortified by a half-bottle of wine. Then, it was something she’d needed the booze to be able to do. Now…now, she loved the sensation of Daniel’s hard cock in her mouth, loved the way it felt and the scent of him that made her pussy weep with desire. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, using her mouth to give him little sucks, to swallow the tiny tastes he gave her of his essence. He didn’t tell her not to touch him, so she used her hands—one on his shaft, one to cup his balls.
And as she sucked, Rob’s cock began to fuck her ass. He eased nearly all the way out then pushed home again. His movements, slow and thorough, over and over, had her teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“Fuck this feels like heaven. So tight and good.” Rob’s words ended on a groan. “I won’t last.”
She drew on Daniel’s cock as if she could pull his cum right out of him. He gripped her head, taking control of her movements. She formed her mouth into a circle, close around his shaft, and ceded control. As her arousal caught fire, she moaned, and Daniel’s low grunts told her all she needed to know about the effect of sound vibration on his horny cock. She began to wonder if she should hum something and then discarded the thought as her brain shut off and her entire being focused on the giving and the taking of sexual pleasure.
Rob’s fingers flexed as he grasped her hips even tighter. His movements became fast, jerky, and Colleen knew he was close.
She wanted them both to come at the same time, and so she used her thumb to caress Daniel’s scrotum as her fist tightened, as she pumped his cock with that fist and followed her hand with her mouth.
Rob reached around and pinched her clitoris, and Colleen screamed around Daniel’s cock. She came, and she swallowed, all as Rob emptied himself into the condom in her ass. Wave after wave of her climax bathed her in a pleasure so fine, so glorious, she finally understood the meaning of the word ecstasy.
Chapter Ten
The dream caressed and aroused, with fingers and tongues and lips. Her libido, asleep for more years than she could remember, sparked and revved. A soft sigh passed her lips, a very real sigh, and slowly, very slowly, Colleen realized it wasn’t a dream at all.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she sensed it was still dark outside, still nighttime. Need arose within her, a need she’d never known until just a few hours before. She had no memory of falling asleep. She had no memory beyond being held on a lap and dried with fluffy towels after another round of incredible sex—her first-ever experience with shower sex and with anal sex. The last thing she recalled was the thought, barely there, that this night, finally, she would sleep well.
Well, yes, but not, apparently, for long.
“On your left side, pet.” Daniel’s husky whisper caressed her right ear. “Yes, just like that. I want to watch you and Rob have each other.”
Rob’s mouth settled on hers, and she awakened fully, giving and taking, stroking his tongue with hers, drinking her lover down as he drank her.
“Have you ever indulged in a sixty-nine, baby?”
She felt her smile and in the dim light saw his. “No, Sir. Never.”
“Oh, good. Another first for us.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips and then crawled, head first, down the bed, stopping when his head was level with her sex.
Never, indeed, but Colleen was a woman filled with all sorts of new carnal knowledge but, more, with carnal desires that would not be denied. Being a clever woman, she understood exactly what was going to come next. Or should that be who?
Rob’s heat, and the scent of his cock, all clean man and so Rob drew her, made her thirst for another drink, this one from her second lover. Her fist found him, already hard, and she nuzzled his shaft and the nest of curls that grew there by his root. She inhaled deeply and imagined her senses were imprinting this aroma for all time. Man. Rob. Mine.
Behind her, Daniel moved closer then lifted her right leg, easing it back and draping it over his legs. There was something hot, something wonderful about the way he opened her and offered her to his friend—no, his brother.
These two men were closer than blood brothers, and both, if even for the moment, were, by damn, hers.
Rob did some nuzzling of his own, and Colleen felt her nectar leak as her arousal not only fully awakened but began, joyfully, to soar.
She gave Rob a lick, a nice, long, luscious lick, from his balls to the tip of his cock. Her tongue snaked out and captured the prize, a tiny drop of the bounty yet to come.
His tongue penetrated her pussy, quick little in and out jabs, as he used it to fuck her and suck down her juices—and shot her control all to hell.
Colleen had wanted to play, wanted to make it last, but she dove in, sucking his cockhead between her lips, taking him deep. She moved on him, her tongue stroking, her mouth sucking, and her hands, ah, her hands she used as skillfully as ever she did when she was at work.
One fisted and pumped, the other cupped and gently squeezed, one thumb stroking softly.
She kept on him, sucking, stroking, even as she, herself was sucked and stroked. The room held only the scent of sex and the sounds of heavy breathing and hungry slurps. The darkness heightened her other senses and made everything more. Colleen released everything, every thought, every bit of control. There was only this, only pleasure to be taken and given, only the thrill of electrical shivers and sexual need and hunger. Oh, the hunger reigned supreme, and as it grew, as her need, as her craving turned sharp and deep, she could only lavish every bit of focus on this, on Rob’s cock, on his balls, and on the legs, that supported it all. She brushed her breasts against those legs and felt him move, felt him press closer to her.
She caught his non-verbal command and lifted her hands from his body, moved in closer, then wrapped one arm around his ass and his thighs. Holding him close, as close as flesh against flesh. When his hips began tiny thrusting motions, she submitted, kept her mouth on his cock, and simply sucked. She felt him swell as he pumped his cock into her mouth, and she felt the heat of his scrotum against her face. When the first steam of his ejaculation hit the back of her throat, Colleen swallowed. His flavor differed from Daniel’s yet was equally compelling.
Drinking Rob, she erupted in orgasm. He, too, gulped the prize, and there was nothing in all the world but this. She came and came and sucked and sucked until finally, sated, she cleaned the last of Rob’s cum from his now flaccid cock.
“That was hot as hell, pet.”
Colleen would have preened at the praise, if she could have. Instead, she relished the heat and the sweet kiss Rob gave her. She cherished the way the men held her close, snuggled securely between them.
Depleted and replete, she settled down and slid into sleep.
* * * *
In a rented house about five miles from where he’d met earlier that day with Daniel and Rob, and
Dr. Colleen Duncan, Damion Quest stretched his back muscles, stiff from more than four hours of not moving from in front of the computer screen.
“Can you isolate the face of the driver?” Damion Quest focused on the tech working at the keyboard. The man—he told himself not to think of the nerd as a boy even if he was just over twenty—had already proven his skill and his knowledge. Quest was hoping for another really big miracle.
As far as he was concerned, locating Mercy Duncan’s car in the first place had been nothing short of a minor miracle. The rest of the footage they’d been able to identify, thanks to a combination of highway and business surveillance recordings—and Billy’s hacking skills—was a slightly bigger miracle. He’d already said a prayer of thanks. His boss and the few agents he’d worked with over the length of his career would be surprised if they knew that.
“I’m trying, sir. There isn’t a single place anywhere, so far, when his face is visible to any of the cameras. I’m going to try and enhance what we have, see if I can bring those sections into better focus.”
Dawn was only an hour off, and the grit of exhaustion irritated Damion’s eyes.
“We’ve accomplished a lot in one night,” Carter said. “It would have been better, of course, if we could have gotten this kind of a break the day after Mercy disappeared.”
“It would have been better if we’d gotten her solidly between us that first day. If we’d had a sense of what it was Mercy was working on, what she hoped to accomplish, we’d be miles ahead of where we are right now.” Damion wouldn’t say they could have prevented her from going to that pharmaceutical company. He doubted they’d ever be able to stop her from writing whatever story caught her attention.
“No argument here.”
“Still, we were able to find Mercy’s car, and we found footage of her being carried out of that building and put in the trunk of that car. And we’ve been able to follow her car, more or less, toward the north end of the city.” They knew where she’d gone on the day she disappeared, and they knew why she’d been there. They’d tackle that angle later in the day because he believed it tied in with what else they’d figured out. Someone else was looking for Mercy, and there’d even been a whisper or two that someone didn’t much care in what condition she was found.
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